Right at that moment, a voice reached his ears.
"Don't worry."
"She won't do that."
It was an incredibly steady and calm voice, as if it had weathered countless storms throughout life to the point where even great upheavals could not change its tone. Faith quickly turned his head toward the source. Not just him, but everyone else did the same, only to see a man who shouldn't have been there—or more accurately, someone they hadn't noticed from the beginning.
He was a tall, muscular man, his physique evident even through his clothes. He had dark skin, seemingly unlike the people of the north. On his arms and neck were strange, somewhat ethereal patterns—tattoos that seemed to hide something within their lines. His messy black hair was tied neatly behind him, and his chiseled face was as stern as a carved stone.
"Master Ebadon..."
It was Faith who spoke.
Kanzax Academy had 12 Masters, each of whom was an exceptionally powerful high-class Magus, with one exception.
